Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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ace. dl [a Lette Happy am I ; from care I'm free! Why aren’t they all contented like me? —Opera of La Bayadere Grade Have you ever walked past the Senior Room door and heard gales of laughter breaking the silence? If not. you have never heard those subtle remarks of our N.S.S.G. chairman. Grade with her radical ideas has sent us all into prolonged discussions and often to the brink of knock-down-drag-out lights. Since her entrance at Northrop in the seventh grade. Grace has blessed us with her good humor. She has long been a member of the N.S.S.G. and has lent her talents to the Dramatic Club. Ten years from now we shall probably find Grace in the state legislature fighting for negro rights, and in her spare time flying West to her favorite ranch in Montana or East to her work camp in West Virginia. Grace, with her efficiency and dependability, will be a welcomed student at Smith College.

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Lyman d iuxy c ftULauU jCijinan “Never seek tr» tell thy love. — flake Mary can usually Ik- found playing a new practical joke on someone, or industriously painting her summer house at Minnetonka, while we lie idly in the sun. Her past is a great mystery to most all of us. and she still keeps her private life to herself. This year Lyman captained the senior hockey team into winning the cup: she headed the Art Committee, and wrote the Alumnae column for the Spectator. We admire Lyman’s artistic talents—and proof of her ability lies in the fact that she received a national art award last year. She accepted the red tie last year, too, as president of the junior class. Her future is hazy at the present, hut we know that her nonchalance and good spirits will continue.

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 Though she Ik hut little, she is fierce. —S liak es f carc Dolly Gay TIME: 8:29 PLACE: Senior Room ACTION: After racing madly down Kenwood Parkway in her little cream, at times grey, (we’ll settle for beige) Chevrolet, Dolly can be seen dashing for the senior room in one of her successful attempts to make the door before the tardy bell, but this is only the beginning of her terrible day at school. Perhaps Dolly’s small appetite accounts for her numerous disappearances during lunch | cri Kls, or is it-? We never can Ik quite sure where Dolly's mail (or male) will pop up from, but it’s sure to come from one place or another. Beautiful, but dumb may apply to some, but not to Dolly, we mean the latter part does not.